They say time heals everything. Every wound. Every cut. Every scar. But, I somehow, don’t think anything can ever heal the minute broken pieces of the glass powder. When pressed against the skin, it can hurt the most. And when there are a million pieces of glass broken into a powder, the jar can never be kept close. Never. It has to be abandoned. Immediately. And forgotten. Wish, we could abandon our dreams too. Forever.
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I disagree …. it’s possible to bring back those million pieces together and make new piece altogether . Only that it has to go through the process all over again but it will be worth it in the end . Nothing worth having comes easily , so never ever give up .
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